I've been playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that attic I enjoyed a music show to the melodies of eighty years ago
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band would Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the magic and the days of Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring those good old melodies of yesterday
In my youth, I music and it taught me how to sing Bella took me to the opera and I loved that kind of thing But then I'd listen to the stories that my grandpa to tell the 'Roaring Twenties' and the songs he knew so well
Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The band play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo danced the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday Bring back good old melodies of yesterday
Then he'd talk about the flappers and the way they used to the bootleg liquor and the ballrooms of romance Then later in the there's dancing everywhere My grandpa he dreamed that he could move like Fred Astaire
Oh, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo The would play Doo wacka, doo wacka, doo wacka, doo They'd the night away
I long for all the and the days of cabaret Bring back those old melodies of yesterday back those good old melodies of yesterday